Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Adventures in Street Art

As soon as I saw this storefront on Greenpoint Avenue in, surprise, Greenpoint, I knew I had to check it out. Whether it was the oldschool boombox, oldschool sneakers, cool t-shirts, or even just the lettering on the window, something drew me off my bike and into the store, called Alpha Beta. I was greeted by a cute, friendly girl (whose name obviously alludes me as that's my style) who willingly answered my questions about the art, clothing, musical equipment in the corner, cans of spray paint locked in metal cages, and the two adorable pit bulls that lapped the sweat from my mesh short-adorned legs. The art consisted of cool posters and some paintings, and the clothing was cool t-shirts designed by prominent street artists (I recognized one such artists' work from pictures of 5 Pointz, the graffiti Mecca of NYC. Yes, I felt pretty cool telling her that!). There were also spray painted hats, out-of-production old sneakers, and more old school boomboxes also adorning the walls. When I asked about the amplifiers and keyboards, she informed me that there was an indoor/outdoor back section that holds music and art events where bands play and graffiti artists paint. The mural-sized graffiti works hanging in the back start around $12,000...

Yes, that's right, $12,000. While I agree that this price is far too high even for a really cool piece of graffiti art from an influential street artist, I feel it's a good sign that graffiti and other forms of street art have gained more mainstream acceptance as legitimate forms of cultural communication. When I worked my google magic on this store, I found articles written shortly after the store's inception early this summer about a local councilman with a hard-on for squelching graffiti who was making a stink about the store encouraging vandalism. He made a valid point in saying there's not enough legal graffiti for the store to make a profit, so the store would mostly be profiting from crime.

However, street art is a 'crime' that the people have embraced and expanded. Yes, a lot of graffiti is just the simple, illegible 'tagging' with a black marker that no one can make any sense of and can be an eyesore. But more and more, I'm seeing a resurgence of visually appealing, sometimes thought-provoking art that enhances a neighborhood rather than tainting its image. Gone are the days where graffiti in NYC equaled gangs, hoodlums, and assorted low-lifes and hooligans. Now the 'criminals' are young artists who post pictures of their street art on their Flickr account for the world to see. Hell, the Tate Modern commissioned graffiti artists to paint the outside of the building. Lets not let uptight, unaware politicians stop NYC from being a premier destination for the best street artists in the world to do their work.

Here are some photos of graffiti and/or outdoor art that caught my eye after I left Alpha Beta and rode around Williamsburg.


See the FKDL at the bottom of the monster man piece? Here's more of FKDL's work.

Live With Animals art gallery

Check out more of these sweet robots.

Yeah, I'm kind of a sucker for cute dogs, even painted ones.

We truly are.

A PimpMobile's Fall From Grace

Is it just me, or is this picture trying to get me to do drugs? I mean, I know it's supposed to be an anti-drug message, albeit a rather intense one (oh yeah, I forgot to mention it was on the back of a hearse...

a hearse endearingly christened 'Honky Lips.' I get it, if you don't say 'no' to drugs, you'll end up riding sans life with the chipper Grim Reaper as your trusty driver, directing you into your premature afterlife. But something about the way that asshole skeleton is staring me down, mocking me, saying, 'yeah that's right, stay away from hard drugs, like a little bitch,' it kinda makes a fellow want to pick up a heroin habit. Or perhaps the skeleton isn't the Grim Reaper as previously supposed, perchance he's in fact a badass biker skeleton slash amazingly persuasive drug buddy. He's giving you one last chance to go home early for the night safe and sound, normal, mundane. You either say no to drugs, or you go out for the night of your life, which may be so hardcore and crazy that it could be your last. Oh yeah, I think the latter interpretation may have arisen from the location of previously pictured drug hearse...

a heavy metal biker bar with biker pirates on the roof. And a drug hearse outside. The bar's website clears the record as to the death canoe's actual name: The PimpMobile. If you check out their website, you might think I have the wrong hearse, since the one proudly displayed on their site looks shiny and new, while the one above looks like Cutie's Deathcab (Dad, Aunt Sue, that's a cheesy play on the name of a contemporary band). However I think this will serve as proof of the PimpMobile's decline:

The 'jungle mural' on Death's hood is the same as the one on Duff's hood. My God this vehicle has aged. Looks like the PimpMobile started getting caught up in the fast lane, winning 1st Place in the Post 1965 Modified Category at the 2004 Coney Island Mermaid Parade and all that, and fell in with a pack of hot rods with short tempers and a long list of vices who got Ol' Pimp addicted to just about every major type of drug there is. Then one day PMobile regained consciousness after a two-week amphetamine binge in the pound, his paint scraped right off all over, except for the gold-encrusted jungle mural. Ashamed of the depths he'd just awoken into, he changed his name to Honky Lips and got that frightening image tattooed on his back windshield as a warning to the next generation of hot-blooded Post 1965 Modified punks. Now Honky serves cheap piss at a biker bar and moonlights a couple nights a week as the drummer in a classic metal band. He doesn't drink or do drugs; he still smokes a pack a week and knows he should quit, but he needed to keep one vice. Just one to keep him sane.

You won't find that story on Duff's website, just the lingering memories of a fall from grace.

(Bonus: check out the clever way they wrote the mark of the beast on the license plate. It took me a second too).

Monday, September 8, 2008

Magic Bus

The other day as I was making my maiden bike voyage through Williamsburg, I stumbled upon this strange, beautiful minibus on Kent Street next to the Billyburg Bridge. Every inch of the thing is decorated with paintings, pictures, plants, and various nicknacks and oddities. I googled 'funky bus williamsburg' but to no avail; there seems to be no information as to the origins and owner of this amazing piece of mobile art. It was gone the next day, as somehow I knew it would be. Any information on the whereabouts of this awesomeness on wheels would be greatly appreciated.














(Google Find: click on the last photo and check out the phrase on top of the bus, ma timilai maya garchu. It means 'I love you' in Nepali. There was also Spanish writing on the bus. The mystery deepens...)